Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.